*** Note: All persons engaging in sexual activity in this chapter are depicted as being over 18 years of age***
Early November
Year 2 of Us
Thursday
It had been raining, sometimes hard and sometimes soft, this evening, but the fire was nice as we sat in the bedroom. I smiled at Lacey, past the head of Duncan, our sleeping son, as she shifted her nightgown and stood up from the big rocker that she had dubbed the Nursing Chair. Lacey was cuddling our daughter Samantha as she snuggled into her mommy's shoulder after nursing, and Lacey's smile lit up the room. "I don't know who's more content of the three of you."
"Hard to say, but you're looking very content right now, yourself." I whispered, my eyelids heavy.
She smiled even more. "I'll be back to get him from you and put him in the crib."
"Okay. I don't really mind holding him, you know."
"I know, but I want him to be in his crib." She smiled at me.
"Oh?"
Lacey gave me one of those looks, and I smiled as she walked towards what had been our office and was now the babies' room. I tucked him closer, feeling his gentle breathing on my shoulder. He sighed a bit, and I spoke softly. "You've got one fantastic mommy, kiddo."
When I heard footsteps coming across the floor, I started to lift up.
"I agree, his mommy *is* fantastic." A soft voice comes through the dimness near the door.
"Erica?"
"Who else?" Erica's long hair drifted across my face as she kissed the baby's head, then she kissed me. "I love the smell of new baby!"
"You have one of your own, you know." I replied.
"I know. She's asleep in the other room."
"Travis? The kids?" I asked.
"At home."
"Wait -- you drove over here in this weather?"
"How else? It's not so bad. The rain is over, and the clouds are moving off." Erica's voice was firm, so I knew enough to let it drop.
I shook my head as she caressed Duncan's face, then trailed her fingers over my face. "You look very satisfied right now."
"I am. I'm also very happy, Erica." I gave her a smile.
She sat in the Nursing Chair. "How's the knee and leg?"
"Lots better, but this weather is bothering it more than it used to." I yawned.
"You scared the crap out of her, you know."
"I know. I'm just glad that Travis avoided that log when it rolled." My voice was a little raspy.
"So am I. Be glad you weren't in the car when Lacey screamed as you disappeared."
"I'm glad y'all were there."
She looked at me, her face solemn. "I'm glad, too. Do you remember that Travis loaded you into our car, and it was all we could do to keep her from crawling back there with you?"
I shook my head. "Mostly what I remember is the white pain."
"It wasn't fun, Wyatt. Travis had to hold one of her shoulders to keep her in her seat. I thought she was going to have issues. I called for help, and they met us a few miles down the road."
"I'm still annoyed with you about that, Wyatt," Lacey said from the door. Erica moved a bit as she partially turned in the chair. I could see Lacey's face, even in the dim light, and there was a put-on annoyed expression on it.
"Want me to put him in the crib?" Erica asked.
"I can do it!" And as I started to get up, Erica reached over and put her hand on my shoulder. She shook her head at me.
"No. Let her do it, please, love," Lacey said softly.
I sagged back into the chair as Erica deftly took Duncan from me. She smiled at me, "Lots of practice picking up sleeping babies from their Daddy's arms."
She walked towards their room. She stopped when she reached Lacey, and I could tell she was saying something to Erica. She nodded, gave Lacey a kiss and went into the other room, closing the door behind her.
I sat up and looked at Lacey. "And what was the whispering about?"
"The reason I asked her over."
"And that reason is...?" I asked.
"You'll find out." Again, that smile.
I watched as she somehow shimmied around before bending over. She reached down and then tossed her panties at me. My eyebrows went up.
"Impressive, Lacey."
"I thought you would appreciate that move." Lacey's smile grew tender as she walked over to where I was sitting.
Lacey gently pressed her legs between mine, and then she slid to her knees. I smiled. She didn't smile -- she grinned as her hands began to caress my thighs. She leaned forward and placed her right cheek on my left thigh. "I could spend a lot of time caressing you, you know."
All I could do was swallow as her left hand caressed my thigh. "But you don't seem to have the same type of reactions as I do when you caress me. I know you enjoy it, but not in the same way."
As Lacey knelt there, I could feel her fingers running over my thighs. Her right hand stopped as it neared my left knee. "I'm almost afraid to touch that knee and leg," her voice was tentative.
"Lacey, it's healing pretty well, you know that."
"I know, but I was really scared. It's not completely healed, mister love. Did you know they were talking about amputating this leg? It was a mess." Lacey looked slightly frightened.
"I'm glad you were there for me."
"I'm glad Travis and Erica were there for *us*."
Lacey reached up and when I leaned down, she caressed my face. "That's over, though."
"Yes, my princess, it's over." She stretched upwards and we gently kissed. She looked at me and raised her finger. I smiled and leaned back in the chair.